Bang!

Under the influence of the magnetic field force, Deadpool's blade flew out before it even cut into the opponent's neck and landed heavily on the bridge pier. The hard and thick concrete building surface formed a human-shaped outline covered with cracks.

"What's going on?" Deadpool struggled to fall from the bridge pier. The healing factor blocked his cognitive ability and his memory disappeared from time to time. He had forgotten that Eric was a magnetic controller and thought it was something else unknown. So he jumped back and turned around Eric in a broken step. When he walked into a shadow under the bridge, his figure disappeared for a while, and then a little cold light pierced out of the darkness on the side.

This time Eric did not use his talent and ability anymore. He was still a little unwilling to let go when he competed with Logan in the morning. Now when he met this guy who could not be killed, he really wanted to compete seriously. Since Deadpool was not a companion and was an immortal body stronger than Jingang Wolf, he didn't need to have any scruples.

The two of them fought together, and the Deadpool's sword was like a living creature, dancing as much as he wanted. Under the reflection of the lights in the distance, the cold light gradually weaved into a silver net of light, covering Eric inside.

Eric did not fall into a disadvantage because of this. He was brisk in his pace and often escaped from danger in a very small space, and fought back, forcing Deadpool to return to defend himself. However, Deadpool was not afraid of harm. When he gradually moved his body, the power of the long sword became stronger and stronger, and the rapid speed of the sharp blade generated wind pressure. Scratches were carved on the ground and the bridge piers. Occasionally, when they fell on the steel structure, a spark would arouse, bringing a momentary light to the dim space.

While fighting, the two chased and moved to the distance, crossed the lawns and woods on the roadside, and stayed on the high wall for a while. Suddenly they rushed into an uninhabited church on the side of the roadside, and then lost their traces of each other.

Looking around, Eric rolled up his sleeves. Now the area from his fingertips to his elbows turned silver, with a few shallow healing scars on it. Although the metal cells are not as good as Eidman alloy, they are also very tough and it is not too difficult to deal with the opponent's blade. He walked alone in the dark corridor, ready to fight against enemies that may appear at any time.

Suddenly, the door of the room on the right side in front creaked, and he walked slowly over, without opening the door or turning around. Just now, a silver thread approaching the door pierced from behind, pointing directly to his cervical spine.

In an instant, the door was pierced by a sharp blade. Seeing the opponent passing by him and revealing his vital points, Eric was about to seize the opportunity to give him a heavy blow when the red figure disappeared again.

The door rang for a while, and the corridor returned to silence, and there was no unnecessary sound now.

Eric did not stop, and he continued to walk forward, at the end of the corridor was a hall where there was no complicated terrain for opponents to use.

At this distance, Deadpool kept coming, sometimes with several waves of combined attacks. It surged like an endless tide, and the wind pressure from the blade and the sharp blade that was beaten by the deflected blade passed by, and cracks were cut out from the originally smooth wall, and sometimes it fell into death-like silence. When people were guessing whether he had left, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the blind spots of vision, followed by the crisp sound of falling to the ground after the glass was broken and the harsh and harsh sound of metal doors being scratched by the metal door.

Many times the blade was worn by Eric's clothes, and if he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have suffered some minor injuries.

The most dangerous time was when the masked man in red passed through the void and suddenly jumped up from under his feet, pricking his eyes with a creepy smile. At that moment, the silver star in front of him quickly became bigger, and the murderous aura and chill made Eric's scalp numb. He had just avoided his opponent's thrust Deadpool flipped in the air, exchanged heads and feet, and then slapped a few times on the wall and jumped back, wielding the knife like an arrow from the string.

The knife cut off several hairs from Eric's sideburns, leaving a small wound on his cheek.

Eric was not afraid to see Blood. The faint familiar breath made him recall his life in the reincarnation space. Since he came to this world, he had been away from the rhythm of the past and became as comfortable and leisurely as the people here. But now his fighting spirit is gradually reviving. A fierce murderous intent in his body quietly awakened. The hot blood was burning like a flame, boiling, activated every cell in his body, urging him to roar loudly, and shock the whole world with killing pokes and destruction like the past. This impulse was enough to make the calmest person unable to control himself, but Eric did it. He controlled all the impulses with his will, and his steady and orderly pace remained unchanged until he walked through the contour and came to the hall.

This is the central area of ​​the building, with the podium and the Cross of Passion in front of it, with small whale oil lamps burning on the walls, a spiral staircase of hundreds of feet upwards, and a glass dome at the highest point, with a faint starlight falling through the skylight and floating to the floor of the hall.

There were only neatly arranged benches in the empty hall, and there was no more places to be used, and Deadpool's figure stepped out of the void.

Now they finally met face to face.

"Brother Wade, I heard that you are usually hired to kill gangs or criminals. Why do you have to come to Tony this time?" Eric asked casually while putting his jacket into his watch.

"Just have money, why..." Deadpool Wade Wilson turned his head and thought for a while, but his amnesia had already discarded his own reasons, so he could only turn to another topic: "By the way, why call me brother? I don't remember my mom having two children."

"You have Logan genes, and you are naturally a member of the mutant." Eric said with a smile.

After hearing his words, Deadpool touched his head: "Do you really think so?"

In the past, he thought that he had the ability to regenerate, but because he was acquired, he was not accepted by the X-Men, so he often made trouble with excuses, which made them very troubled. He was used to being rejected, but now suddenly heard Eric's confession, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, and he quickly shook his head and took back his distracted attention.

"Don't say so much, stay there and let me chop it." Holding up the long knife, Wade arched his body and approached again.

Following his movements, the airflow in the hall fluctuated gently.

A fallen leaf was blown in from the window by the night wind and fell between the two of them. Suddenly it stopped. Wade's knife tip passed through its body and stabbed at a high speed that had never been seen before. The blade rubbed against the air, causing a violent wave of air.

Before Eric took a step, he chased after him and came to his eyes with a scream that pierced the air.

He dodged twice in a row, but never escaped Wade's pursuit. Eric stepped on the ground hard, and his strength rose from his heel and hovered up along his body, passing through his silver fist and hitting the blade.

The fist collided with the blade, and a strong wave erupted from where they came into contact. Wade's long sword twisted like a slippery fish under the action of huge force, reflecting mottled light patterns on the starlight falling above. This force not only fell on the blade, but was almost transmitted to Wade's hands through it. His hands immediately became numb, and the violent vibration kept passing through his body, making Wade's teeth unable to control it.

His eyes were a little blurred, and his eardrums were buzzing, and he lost the ability to resist in an instant. When he woke up again, his whole body had been blown away by Eric and landed on the podium where the pastor usually preached.

A whale oil lamp was shaken by his power, and a small flame baked the combustible substance below. Soon after, a pile of flames rose up and the church hall was bright.

"You have superb abilities, why bother to work hard for others?" Eric's voice sounded, and he slowly walked towards the podium.

"Do you want to invest in me?" Wade recovered and put on his pose again. "Or is this a bribe?"

"Why not?" Eric laughed.

"I'm so touched. Someone finally came to buy me." Wade moved his wrist a few times, and danced a sword flower with a long sword. "Okay, if you can't cut off your head, I'll hear what you want to say."

"Then it's decided."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wade disappeared from the spot. This time he no longer had direct contact with Eric. He kept passing through the space and stabbed his opponent from all directions. Light and shadows were illusory, as if they had no physical shadows, but if they really had to meet them, even Eric's body would be stabbed into a small hole.

These knife lights are faster than pistol bullets, and they make a shrill scream when they cut through the space again and again. The airflow in the hall was turbulent and the movement became louder and louder, until a whirlwind formed under the podium. I don’t know if the wind power was too strong or Wade’s rapid movement, the heavy bench was attracted and dragged by the wind formed by the interweaving of various forces, and slowly rotated around Eric in a clockwise direction.

It was like a hurricane was rolling up in the hall, and Eric stood in the only peaceful storm eye, watching the opponent's madness coldly.

Wood chips, iron sheets, glass slags and various cloth heads flew rapidly under the blazing firelight, reflecting various strange colors. Eric's eyes remained motionless, as if they were shaking their vision. Just when Wade thought the time was coming to poke his head out of the void, his hair suddenly stood up, and a silver fist appeared in front of him, smashing between his eyes with a overwhelming momentum.

Deadpool was beaten back to the podium again, the heavy cross was knocked down by his body, and the dust was stirred up, the crimson tablecloth on the pulpit was dragged down and covered him, and many objects in the air lost their power and fell like debris blown away by a tornado, and the hall immediately became noisy.

Eric was about to walk over when something suddenly broke through the skylight above. He looked up and a steel man rushed in from there.

"Where is that guy?" He opened the mask and showed his face, and he came back specifically to take revenge.

Eric raised his eyebrows and pointed to the podium, where there was no one on it. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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